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Friday, April 28, 2017

Logan St. James is a smoldering, sexy beast. Sure, he can be a little broody at times—but Ellie Hammond’s willing to overlook that. Because, have you seen him??

Sexy. As. Hell.

And Ellie’s perky enough for both of them.

For years, she’s had a crush on the intense, protective royal security guard—but she doesn’t think he ever saw her, not really.

To Logan, Ellie was just part of the job—a relative of the royal family he’d sworn to protect. Now, at 22 years old and fresh out of college, she’s determined to put aside her X-rated dreams of pat-downs and pillow talk, and find a real life happily ever after.

The Queen of Wessco encourages Ellie to follow in her sister’s footsteps and settle down with a prince of her own. Or a duke, a marquis…a viscount would also do nicely.

But in the pursuit of a fairy tale ending, Ellie learns that the sweetest crushes can be the hardest to let go.
***
Logan St. James grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, in a family on the wrong side of the law. But these days, he covers his tattoos and scars with a respectable suit. He’s handsome, loyal, brave, skilled with his hands and…other body parts.

Any woman would be proud to bring him home to her family.

But there’s only one woman he wants.

For years he’s watched over her, protected her, held her hair back when she was sick, taught her how to throw a punch, and spot a liar.

He dreams of her. Would lay down his life for her.

But beautiful Ellie Hammond’s off-limits.

Everybody knows the bodyguard rules: Never lose focus, never let them out of your sight, and never, ever fall in love.

Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

We're less than a week away from the release of USA Today Bestselling Author J.L. Berg's FRAUD - and we have an excerpt for you! Check it out below and preorder your copy for a special price of just $2.99!

It wasn’t just a job.
It was my way back to the top.
After losing my position as a journalist for one of the biggest news publications in the world, I knew I’d do anything to get it back.
Even if it meant breaking a few hearts to get there.
She was the hottest author in the country. Known only by a pen name, there wasn’t a person alive who wasn’t dying to discover her true identity.
And I’d figured it out.

Her real name was Kate O’Malley and not only did I plan on finding her, but I fully intended on learning every dirty secret she had and exploiting it for my own gain.
But I underestimated my prey.
I didn’t anticipate how her words would intoxicate me, or how the curves of her body would consume me.
I never meant to fall in love.
And now I had a choice to make.

Do I give up everything for the woman I set out to destroy, or walk away, making me the biggest fraud of all?

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What had started as a fun little game to bring this timid beauty out of her shell somehow turned into a wrestling match.
And I was the one about to lose.
Katelyn O’Malley was nothing like I’d imagined.
What had I imagined?
I wasn’t sure exactly.
I’d diligently done my homework— reading Scandal not once, but twice— before I’d hopped on a plane to Oregon. I’d thought the novel would give me insight to this perplexing woman I was about to meet.
It hadn’t.
Not one bit.
If anything, it’d created a thousand more questions.
At first, cracking her ironclad shell seemed like a daunting task. She had come off dry and dull.
God-awful boring.
But boring women didn’t do tequila shots until two in the morning.
Boring women didn’t lie to waiters for free wine and dessert.
And boring women definitely didn’t make me feel this way.
Needy. Desperate. And fucking horny as hell.
Even the way she licked the chocolate off her fork was making me shift uncomfortably in my seat.
This was a job. Get your head in the game.
“You were pretty good at that,” I said, trying not to stare at the way her pink tongue darted out to grab the last bit of mousse from the tip of her finger.
“Good at what?” she asked.
“Lying.”
She let out a choking cough, patting her chest with her palm. “I’m not a good liar,” she argued.
“Really? You seemed to have everyone around us fooled, including that charming elderly couple who offered their congratulations on their way out.”
“That really was sweet.” She smiled, a touch of whimsy in her gaze. “Did you see the way they held hands? I’m pretty sure he even grabbed her ass when she walked past him to go to the restroom.”
I laughed. “My kind of guy.”
“I just wonder what it’s like— to be that in love after all that time,” she said, bending forward and resting the curve of her chin on her hand.
“How do you know it has been a long time?” I asked. “Maybe they got married late in life.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Why?” I asked, curious how she’d reached that conclusion.
“There was a familiarity in the way they touched. The way they leaned into one another, the way they walked. It was as if they’d been doing so forever.”
I studied her for a quiet moment, recalling the intensity of her words and the passion in her voice. It was the first time since meeting Katelyn O’Malley, I could actually see a sliver of Laura Stone, the author, somewhere inside.
“I do believe you are a bit of a romantic at heart,” I replied.
She smiled sweetly. “Maybe a hopeless one.”
My hand reached out to hers, a needless gesture since we’d already achieved our goal for the evening and sold everyone on our false marital status.
This time, I touched her because I wanted to.
“Definitely not hopeless,” I said softly, knowing that instant that I was crossing the line between business and pleasure.
And heading straight to the land of hell.
“So, tell me about technical editing,” she said, shifting topics. “How does one get into something like that?”
I suddenly felt like I’d been hit in the face with a bucket of ice water. Here I was, in a dimly lit room, romancing the hell out of a woman I’d just met, and then reality hit.
I was lying to her.
Flat-out lying.
I needed to remember that. “There’s not much to tell,” I said, straightening slightly in my chair. “Rather boring really.”
We continued to chat about our lives. She told me more about her work at the college. I rambled off more lies about mine until the check came around.
I was feeling quite good about myself as I led us outside.
My head was clear.
But then I saw the way the moonlight highlighted her golden-blonde hair. I became mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the soft curves of her body.
Katelyn O’Malley was casting a spell on me, and she didn’t even know it.
And I wasn’t sure I wanted her to stop.

About J.L. Berg

J.L. Berg is the USA Today bestselling author of the Ready Series, The Walls Duet, and the Lost & Found Duet. She is a California native living in the beautiful state of historic Virginia. Married to her high school sweetheart, they have two beautiful girls that drive them batty on a daily basis. When she's not writing, you will find her with her nose stuck in a romance novel, in a yoga studio or devouring anything chocolate. J.L. Berg is represented by Jill Marsal of Marsal Lyon Literary Agency, LLC.

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Marry the girl I’ve had a crush on my whole life? Check.
Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check.
Produce an heir… Wait, what?
I have ninety days to knock up my brand-new fake wife. There’s only one problem—she hates my guts.
And in the fine print of the contract? The requirement that we produce an heir.
She can’t stand to be in the same room with me. Says she’ll never be in my bed. But I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I’m not about to start now.
Mark my words—I’ll have her begging for me, and it won’t take ninety days.

A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 2 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine. She lives in Texas with her husband and two sons.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Release Day Blitz

Lost Rider

by

Harper Sloan

In Lost Rider, the first Western romance in New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Harper Sloan’s Coming Home series, an injured rodeo star encounters an old flame but will she be just what he needs to get back in the saddle?
Maverick Austin Davis is forced to return home after a ten-year career as a rodeo star. After one too many head injuries, he’s off the circuit and in the horse farming business, something he’s never taken much of a shine to, but now that it’s his late father’s legacy, familial duty calls. How will Maverick find his way after the only dream he ever had for himself is over?
Enter Leighton Elizabeth James, an ugly duckling turned beauty from Maverick’s childhood—his younger sister’s best friend, to be exact, and someone whose heart he stomped all over when she confessed her crush to him ten years back. Now Leighton is back in Maverick’s life, no longer the insecure, love-stricken teen—and Maverick can’t help but take notice. Sparks fly between them, but will Leighton be able to open her heart to the one man who broke it all those years ago?
Written in the vein of Diana Palmer and Lindsay McKenna, this Texas-set series is filled with sizzle, heart, and plenty of cowboys!

Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.

COVER REVEALSweet Surrenderby Nina Lane

Super-efficient Kate Darling needs lessons in love. As executive assistant to the CEO of the Sugar Rush Candy Company, Kate knows everything about organization and nothing about relationships. Then she literally falls into the arms of Tyler Stone, youngest Sugar Rush heir and notorious bad boy.

After a colossal screw-up involving a pretty girl and a stolen speedboat, Tyler is facing the punishment of an actual job. His father has sentenced him to organize the company library, which is Tyler’s definition of cruel and unusual punishment. But if he can convince industrious, resourceful Kate to help him, he’ll earn his release in no time.

Kate is no fool. Tyler is an authority on sex, and she wants to learn. She’ll help him with the library—if he’ll teach her about the erotic side of romance.

Cataloging, alphabetizing, and metadata collide in a storm of lust, sweat, and dirty talk as Kate and Tyler get to work on both the library and each other. But when he starts falling for her, their hot affair will be one for the books.

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New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances about professors, bad boys, candy makers, and protective alpha males who find themselves consumed with love for one woman alone. Originally from California, Nina holds a PhD in Art History and an MA in Library and Information Studies, which means she loves both research and organization. She also enjoys traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Although Nina would go back to college for another degree because she's that much of a bookworm and a perpetual student, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer. She lives in snowy Wisconsin with her atmospheric scientist husband, their two children, and an overly energetic dog named Dasher.

Tingles rushed, my words nothing more than pants as he kissed down through the valley of my breasts. “Maybe you’re just remembering who you are. Who you were always supposed to be.”

I felt as if I was so close to knowing him. This boy who’s beauty had been muted.

He groaned, half pained, half demand. “You almost make me feel like him.”

Yanking me away from the railing, he hoisted me high. My legs were wrapped high around his chest as he carried me the rest of the way to the upper loft. To this magical place where twilight touched every corner, whispered its secrets and danced in its shadows.

He’d barely tossed me to the bed when he was over me, shoving up my dress and ripping it free, my fingers just as frantic as I tore his shirt over his head. I searched him, hands racing across his chest, feeling the wild beat of his conflicted heart, hearing the struggle that whimpered from his spirit.

He angled down and captured my mouth again. He kissed and bit and nipped as he held my face steady in the frame of his hands. Then he edged down, driving me wild with this murmurs of kisses at my jaw and ear and neck.

“Zachary…please.”

I writhed, dizziness rushing as I stared up at him towering over me.

His body was brimming with hard, cut muscle. Muscle that jumped and ticked and flexed, as if the desire thrumming in his veins stalked back and forth, a caged predator, searching for a way to be released.

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There’s
just one problem: I hate his cocky, filthy-mouthed, sexy-as-hell guts.

Even
if I might want him. Just a little…

Working for my best friend’s
sister? Not on my to-do list.

She’s another story.

Whiskey
Key was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, except I haven’t reached the
heights I have by lying in a hammock drinking cocktails. So when Raven Archer
is desperate for a chef, I offer up my skills.

I’m
bored. She needs what I can give her.

Except
there’s a problem: I’ve always hated her.

Her
and her big, blue eyes, sassy mouth, and killer curves.

If
only I didn’t want her.

~ Excerpt
~

The
sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand was loud, jarring, and very, very
annoying.

It wasn’t the most pleasant sound in the world to
wake up to.

Groaning, I rolled over and batted my hand around on
the top of the nightstand. Then, I realized the bed was vibrating. It was a
mammoth effort to open my eyes, but somehow I managed it so I could look down
the gap between the cupboard and my bed. Just like I assumed it was, my phone
was wedged between the leg of the bed and the wooden side of my nightstand.

I fished it out with my finger. The moment it was
free, it stopped ringing.

Of course it did.

I picked it up and looked at the screen. Ryan. I
frowned—it was early for him to be calling…wait, no it wasn’t. It was
seven-thirty. I’d overslept.

No sooner had I finished the thought than my phone
buzzed again. It was Ryan.

“What do you want?” I demanded, answering the phone.

“Did you oversleep?” came his response.

“Maybe. I was tired. What do you want?”

He laughed. “Have you seen Parker?”

“You just woke me up. Do you think I’ve seen
Parker?”

“Shall I call back when you’ve had coffee?”

“Can you get to the point of this irritating
conversation?” I shoved the covers to the side and swung my legs out of the
bed. I hadn’t bothered to throw any clothes on before I’d fallen asleep last
night.

Ryan sighed. “Ilsa said Parker didn’t go home last
night. She came over this morning when his car wasn’t in the drive and asked me
if I knew where he was. I don’t, and you’re the last person I know who would’ve
seen him, so I’m calling you.”

I jerked around and looked at the other side of the
bed. Messy and unkept, but no Parker.

“No idea.” I swallowed and glanced at the floor. His
clothes were gone, too. Only mine remained. “Hold on.” I put my phone down and
checked the notification bar. There were no messages from him, so if he wasn’t
here and hadn’t gone home, maybe he was downstairs?

I threw an oversized shirt on over my head and
quickly pulled some panties up my legs before grabbing my phone again.

“I don’t have any messages from him,” I said,
opening my bedroom door. “I can’t hel—” I finished on a scream, because the
missing man was standing shirtless in my kitchen.

“Raven?” Ryan said into my ear right as Parker
glanced over his shoulder at me. “Are you all right?”

“Ssshhh—shit!” I held my finger in front of my
mouth. “Spider!” I said to Ryan. “I walked into the bathroom and there’s a big
spider in my tub.”

Parker rubbed his hand down his face and shook his
head.

“You’re screaming at a spider?” Ryan’s amusement was
evident in his restrained tone.

“It’s a big one. It scared me.” I slammed my bedroom
door behind me. “I just locked it in there.”

“It’s a spider.”

“You’re not helping.” This was the worst lie ever.
“I need to get rid of it, so I have to go. If I haven’t heard from you by the
time Parker starts work, I’ll tell him to call his mom. Bye!” I hung up and
threw my phone on the sofa like it was on fire.

“What the hell was that about?” Parker asked,
spatula-flipper thingy in hand.

“You’re still here!” It came out as more of a squeak
than anything.

He stared at me for a moment. “Yeah, but I’m kind of
stuck on the fact I’ve been both a stubbed toe and a spider this week.”

I sunk my fingers into my hair. It was messy, and my
fingers got caught on some small knots as they threaded through the locks.
“Ryan called and woke me up.” I summarized the phone call. “And I panicked when
I saw you, because I didn’t know you were still here.”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?”

“I fell asleep and thought you left!”

He shook his head, turning back to my cooker. “I
fell asleep, too. I didn’t wake up until your alarm went off this morning.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I’m late and I have to
put orders through today.”

“You didn’t move,” he said. “So I shut it off, took
a shower, and came to make breakfast.”

Now that he’d mentioned it, I could see his dark
hair was wet. “Okay, well, you need to call your mom and tell her you aren’t
dead or anything.”

“I’ll text her soon. I can’t do it right after
Ryan’s called you, can I? That won’t look suspicious at all.”

“Half an hour. Say I left you a voicemail to see if
you were coming into work because you were MIA and you realized you forgot to
tell her you weren’t coming home.”

“The fact I have to tell her I’m not coming home is,
in itself, ridiculous.”

“And that’s why I live alone.” I smiled and pulled a
bottle of water out of the fridge. “What are you making?”

“Omelets. Yia-Yia left me omelet seasoning so I
thought I’d try it.”

I peered over his arm at the pan. “Where did you get
the the ingredients?” I knew for a fact I didn’t have eggs in my fridge.

“Downstairs.” He glanced at me as if the answer was
obvious. Which it was, honestly. “Your fridge is both impressively empty and
sadly understocked.”

Parker slid the omelet out of the pan and onto a
plate in one smooth movement. Then, he picked up the plate, and held it out to
me. “Well, I’m forcing you to eat.”

I might not have been a big breakfast eater, but I
wasn’t going to turn down food.

“I can deal with that.” I smiled and reached for the
plate, but before I could take it, he swung his arm out wide where I couldn’t
reach it. “Hey!”

He grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking me toward
him. I’d barely righted my footing when he dropped his mouth to mine and
planted a slow, easy kiss on my lips. Releasing me like he’d done nothing out
of the ordinary, he put the plate back between us and also handed me a knife
and fork. “Morning.”

I snatched the plate and cutlery before he could
take it away again. “Thanks. I think?”

He laughed as I sat at the table. “Your good morning
was screaming at me. The least you could do was kiss me.”

I rolled my eyes and stabbed my fork into the
cheesy, melty, eggy goodness. “You should have announced yourself. Left your
pants on the floor or something.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.”

“Next time? This is going to happen again?” I was
teasing him, because let’s be honest. There were worse things in life than
having sex with a hot guy, then waking up to find said hot guy making you
breakfast while half-naked.

“Yep. I’ll just remember to call my mom first.”

I laughed, then moaned as I finally put the first
forkful of breakfast into my mouth.

Parker side-eyed me. “If you want to finish your
breakfast in peace, don’t do that again.”

By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult
author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful
little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she
fancies—usually wine—and writes books.

Emma is working on Top
Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available
opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who
likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of
hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be
busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the
ideas come to life.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Max Alexander is nearing thirty-five. He’s built a successful company, and he’s conquered the professional world, but he’s never been lucky in love. Focusing so much time on his business and raising his daughter, adulting has come at the expense of his personal life.
His social skills are shit, his patience is shot, and at times, his temper runs hot.
The last thing he has time for is the recently single, too gorgeous for her own good young woman he hires to take care of his little girl. She’s a distraction he doesn’t need, and besides, there’s no way she’d be interested. But you know what they say about assumptions?
This is book 3 in the Roommates series, but each book can be read as a complete standalone as they all feature new couples to fall in love with.

A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 2 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine. She lives in Texas with her husband and two sons. Visit her at: www.kendallryanbooks.comfor the latest book news, and fun extras and Subscribe to her Newsletter

Monday, April 10, 2017

I met Bianca in an elevator.

She was on her way to interview me when we got stuck.

The beautiful, raven-haired reporter assumed I was a delivery guy because of the way I was dressed.

She had no clue I was really Dex Truitt, the wealthy, successful businessman she’d dubbed “Mister Moneybags”—her afternoon appointment.

Bianca told me how much she hated Dex’s type—snobby, over educated, silver- spooned men who didn't appreciate the simple things in life.

So, after the elevator finally started moving again, I cancelled the interview and let her believe I was someone I wasn’t—a bike messenger named Jay. I loved the way she looked at the fake me and didn't want it to end.

I began dating her as “Jay”—all the while letting her interview the real me over email.

I didn’t expect that our chemistry online would be just as hot.

I didn’t expect the mess I’d gotten myself into.

I didn’t expect that Jay and Dex would fall in love with her.

And she was falling for two men.

Only, both men were me.

And when she found out, we were both going to lose her.

Nothing could have prepared me for that day. And I certainly wasn't prepared for what came after.

All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn't see coming.

Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.

Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. She’s a fifteen-time New York Times bestseller of twelve novels.
Having grown up in Boston with five older brothers, she spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor, before switching to a more family-friendly career. She is the proud mother of a beautiful 12-year-old girl with autism and a 10-year-old boy. Penelope and her family reside in Rhode Island.